Nothing. Fridays mean nothing to me anymore. I always have to work all weekend and I'm burning out. And if I'm not working, I'm booked with family parties or other schedule "pleasantries." It's great to have stuff to do on the weekends, but sometimes I just want a choice. Maybe I want to go to Philly on whim one Saturday or maybe I just want to sit in my backyard all Sunday afternoon and drink beer. It seems like the older I get the less time I have to enjoy myself... and that just sucks. People with multiple jobs or with kids can feel me. It's our own faults for taking on so much but sometimes, especially when it comes to money or job security, there's only so much you can do. So, I will feel free to complain just this once that my thoughts of Friday make everyone's skippy, flippy "hooray for Friday" mood pointless, and it just makes me angry. Where's my happy hour? Where's my weekend getaway?

DAMN IT I hate Friday!